The Auld Triangle
Brendan Behan / Breandán Ó BeacháinThe Banks of the Royal Canal | |
THE AULD TRIANGLE Act 1: A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell, And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. To begin the morning The warder bawling Get out of bed and clean up your cell, And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. The screw was peeping And the lag was weeping... (song breaks off here) Act 2: A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. On a fine spring evening, The lag lay dreaming The seagulls wheeling high above the wall, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. The screw was peeping The lag was sleeping While he lay weeping for the girl, Sal... (song breaks off here) The wind was rising And the day declining As I lay pining in my prison cell And that old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. In the female prison There are seventy women... (song breaks off here) The day was dying and the wind was sighing, As I lay crying in my prison cell, And the old triangle Went jingle jangle, Along the banks of the Royal Canal. Act 3, scene II (end of play): In the female prison There are seventy women I wish it was with them that I did dwell, Then that old triangle Could jingle jangle Along the banks of the Royal Canal. | THE ROYAL CANAL A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing All the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the old triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. To begin the morning, the screw bawling Get up ya bowsie and clean up your cell And the old triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was peeping As I lay there weeping for my gal Sal And the old triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming The seagulls wheeling high above the wall And the old triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. The day was dying and the wind was sighing As I lay there crying in my prison cell And the old triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. Up in the female prison there are seventy women And among them I wish I did dwell Then the old triangle could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal. All along the banks of the Royal Canal. |